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“A marriage like this is nothing but a game.”

Brittany made herself pout at Cairo when he only continued to stare down at her, as if he really was trying to see inside of her.

“Why not take it into bed as well?”

“You told me there was to be no sex in this marriage.”

His gaze was on her mouth. Her heart pounded hard, like a sledgehammer.

“You told me that wasn’t your style,” she countered.

She didn’t know when she’d noticed that he’d angled his torso toward her. That he was holding her there against the wall so easily. Brittany knew she should have hated it. She should have felt caught. Captured. Compromised.

She didn’t.

His eyes glowed the dark amber that made her chest feel tight, and she couldn’t seem to pull in a full breath to save her life. His palm was surprisingly hard and warm against her cheek. She could feel it in her toes. His chest pressed against hers and made her breasts ache. And that beautiful mouth of his was set in a stern, resolute line that made something giddy and wild race through her, then coil tight, low in her belly.

“I already told you I want you, Brittany,” he told her.

It had the ring of a vow. Of something stitched together. Need and command as one. And a red-hot punch straight to that place that already melted for him.

“That hasn’t changed.”